October

             The Phoenix

 

Silver streaks descend from a young star

like burning lines of coal

and burnt silver chains
snake out of unsuspected corners
as music’s lethal march of silence spreads
across the black night

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With tear brimmed eyes

I gaze into the depth of the dark sky

in search of Phoenix’s glittering feathers

New fragrance of orange blossom betrays its nearness

How powerful the flutter of its wings!

Hang on to me, he sings

     Hold tight

                and I’ll help you revive from ashes.

 

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